CHAPTER 3: YOU'RE PERFECT

ROSALINE’S POV:

My head spins, I know what this means. It’s an indirect way of him asking for sex.

Am I ready for that?

My gaze drops to his.

Am I ready for that with him?

I know Damien, I’ve heard about his escapades. 

With his gaze locked on mine, he frowns deeply, “I’d never treat you the way I do them.” he says, like he can read my mind. “You're my mate. You're different.”

The vice I hadn’t realized was closed tight around my chest loosens instantly.

“You can trust me,” he says, grey eyes searching mine. I have no idea what it is, or why I give in.

But I nod my head, “Yeah, I’d like to take it off.”

He stares at me for a long moment before focusing on my dress. He pulls down the zip on the side, letting the material fall away from me. I take off the hat, tossing it on the floor.

I’m half naked standing between his spread thighs, as his gaze rakes over my exposed flesh. It singes everywhere he looks, like he’s touched me there. He parks his hands on the front of my thighs.

“Have you done this before?”

I swallow, then shake my head. He nods. Pushing me away slightly, he rises to his feet.

Is he changing his mind? Because I’m inexperienced?

“I want to make this the best experience possible for you.” he says, staring earnestly into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

My chest warms, again. Goddess, the effect he had on me without even trying. His words melt my heart and I nod at him, encouraging him.

“You won’t hurt me, I trust you.”

Something flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone the next second. He cups my chin, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth, then my jaw.

He trails his lips along my neck, ghosting across my skin before his mouth comes up to mine.

His minty breath fills my nostrils as he exhales, pulling me towards him by the back of my neck as his lips seal over mine. It’s a sweet, soft kiss, and I lose myself in the careful way his lips slant over mine.

It’s too little and too much at the same time.

Angling my head, his pries my mouth apart with his, sliding his tongue against mine and deepening the kiss.

He groans deeply, and I press my hands against his chest to ground myself, feeling the vibrations underneath all the toned muscle. With a mind of their own, my hands slide down his shirt, pulling at the hem.

I slide it up halfway, gliding my hands over his heated skin as I go, but he snatches my wrist, shaking his head.

“There’s more than enough time for that,” he says, nipping my lower lip, “But for now, let me take care of you.”

He lifts me at the waist, my thighs instantly wrapping around him as he spins us, laying me down on the bed. He moves away, pulling his shirt off with one hand before kneeling back on the mattress.

His mouth trails over my skin, leaving teeth marks and love bites in his wake. I squirm underneath him, loving his administrations, holding him tight against my body with my legs wrapped around his waist.

His hand curves under me and I arch my back. With a snap of his wrist, he unhooks my bra.

He tosses the lace aside, his gaze narrowing on my breasts. Slowly, he drags his eyes across each one, like he’s committing them to memory. My nipples pucker under his undivided attention, jutting in the space between our bodies.

He palms one breast, and I let out a soft moan as his thumb rocks back and forth over the hardened peak.

“Exquisite,” he whispers, leaning down and capturing the nipple in his mouth.

A mewl escapes me and I arch my back. I’d never felt anything like… this. The heat of his mouth laps around my sensitive peak, and pleasure consumes me. He moves away, repeating the same thing with the other one. My hands slide into his hair, and I tug on the locks when I can’t take anymore.

He pulls way from my chest, his eyes hot and heavy lidded, “You’re sensitive.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I breathe.

“Not at all.”

His mouth crashes against mine once again. It’s a battle of tongue and teeth, nothing like the first kiss. I love every second of it. His hands snake over my waist, over my thighs and grab my knees at his waist.

He pulls at them, lifting his body away from mine as he breaks the kiss.

His hands drag down my knees, over my outer thighs before hooking into the band of my underwear.

He hesitates, his gaze meeting mine. I nod at him, offering a reassuring smile. He pulls the material down my legs.

Cold air ghosts across my center and my thighs find each other. Damien trails his hands up from my ankles to my knees. He grasps both of them, pulling them apart.

I’m wide open now, on full display.

His gaze fixes on my pussy as he lets out a low curse from under his breath.

His hands shoot out, trailing gently along my seam.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, “Fucking beautiful.” His thumb strokes an extra sensitive part of me and I whimper, my body heating like a live wire.

“You like that, don’t you?” He does it again, and again, and again. I’m full on moaning as his thumb strokes over me, my head thrashing on the soft pillows.

“Answer me.” his voice is gravely, strained. I nod my head frantically.

“Use your words.” I grow lightheaded at his tone. So, commanding, so Alpha.

“Yes!” I cry. His finger moves away, prodding at my entrance. His gaze slides up to mine, holding me captive as he pushes his finger into me.

I clench around him, and he growls out a low, “Fuck.”

He pulls his finger out of me, pushing himself lower on the bed. He drags my thighs toward him, till my pussy is literally in his face. I attempt to shield myself with my hands but he stops me, pinning them on the bed.

“Damien,” I say, bracing myself up on my elbows.

At the first sweep of his tongue, I fall back on the bed, immediately losing my train of thought.

He drags his mouth against my sensitive flesh, alternating between long licks and soft flicks over that extremely sensitive nub.

My thighs tremble on either side of his head, my breaths coming out in short pants. Two fingers prod at my entrance again, before inching in. I wince at the slight stab of pain, but urge him on, knowing he’s prepping me for an even bigger intrusion.

And for my sake, I hoped the rumors weren't true.

I’m hot and slick with need, but before I can crest on the hill of pleasure, Damien pulls away. He kicks his socks off, dragging his jeans along with his boxers down his legs.

I gasp at the size of him.

The rumors were true.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, “I’ll take care of you.”

He kisses along my body as his broad head nudges against my entrance. The pain morphs, from a sting to a burning sensation. Then back to stinging, before it settles into a dull ache as he hips rock back and forth. The pleasure builds, and takes over until I’m shuddering underneath him

He cradles my head in his hands, chasing his own release.

“You’re perfect, Rosaline.” He whispers, “Don’t ever forget that.”